Nie Mi called her as soon as she got off the plane.
Qiao Nian pulled down her baseball cap and picked up the call as she left the airport. "Hello, Master Nie. Why are you looking for me?"
"I just want to talk about that incident on Weibo. Well done!"
Nie Mi sounded happy.
"If you hadn't retaliated so decisively, the school and I wouldn't have known how to explain the slander thrown at us by the organizers."
Qiao Nian was at a loss. Her thick black eyelashes drooped as she held her cell phone, thinking about how to answer him.
Nie Mi continued happily, "By the way, the Main mittee of the International Arrangement petition has already returned the first place to you. The organizer even called me and apologized, asking me to convey his apology to you. How do you think we should speak up next?"
Qiao Nian had already walked to the roadside.
Looking at the long line of taxis parked outside, she walked to the nearest one, opened the door, and got in. Then, she ordered the driver, "Sir, to Rhine Apartments."
"Okay." The driver quickly started the car and drove toward Rhine Apartments.
Qiao Nian rolled down half the window and let the breeze clear her mind. Then, she organized her words and said to Nie Mi, "I don't think I posted anything."
She told Nie Mi about how Ye Wangchuan had asked her for her Weibo account password before she boarded the plane.
Then, she placed her hand on her lap and continued lazily, "Send me everything the mittee sent you. I'll take a look and reply to you."
In the end, Qiao Nian did not forget to add politely, "What do you think?"
"Of course." Nie Mi understood and agreed without hesitation. "Wait for me. I'll send it to you."
Then, he hung up.
Qiao Nian opened WeChat, found a certain person's profile picture, and sent him a message. Her message was successfully sent.
Nie Mi had quickly sorted out the emails and replies for the international arrangement petition and sent them over.
Qiao Nian opened them.
She read almost 10 lines at a glance. In five to six minutes, she finished reading all the long emails and replies Nie Mi sent her.
Qiao Nian looked up after she finished reading. Her clear eyes were a little cold. She wasn't in a hurry to answer Nie Mi. Instead, she logged into Weibo and Instagram and went online to take a look.
The reaction online was more intuitive than the emails Nie Mi sent her.
Especially on Instagram.
The reply to Nie Mi and Qing University's email, which had been hanging on the official website of the International Arrangement petition half a day ago, was still there. As long as one clicked on the ments and looked down, they could see many ments that were led by the rhythm and mocked the Chinese for being sore losers.
"Tsk!" Qiao Nian's cold eyes darkened when she saw those obviously discriminatory
ments.
How arrogant must these people be to still not delete their ridiculous posts on Instagram despite knowing their mistake?
Could it be that they thought that as long as they returned the first place, she, Master Nie, and the others would happily accept it and pretend that nothing had happened?
Who gave them the confidence to put themselves in such a high position?
Qiao Nian's temper had always been bad. She frowned and controlled her temper as she lowered her eyes to edit the message. Coincidentally, she reposted the International Arrangement petition's official Instagram.
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